I wore a leather jacket through most of my twenties,
when I was a vegan.
"
Hypocrite," an employer called me. I was ready for that.
There was this Indian. Kind of a loner. He was a vegetarian,
and he lived alone. He was a Shaman. Make up a history for
him. . .
When it came time for the animals to die, they would come to
him, communicating that it was time for them to die. Then
they would lay down their bodies to be used for his food, and
their skins to be used for his warmth. All this in thanks to him
for letting them and their families live without fear of being
hunted.
The big boss man understood, even though I'd made the story
up.
Then again I was skinning deer before I was twenty. So wutever.
Dinner? Heh. . . the usual
Decaf, Yogurt and . . .
However, I did worry about having my identity stolen tonight because I
bought a phone card off the net. So that was pretty cool.